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[sid] => 110804
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Own Little Sacrifice
[time] => 2005-12-02 21:33:01
[hometext] => well this is my first time submitting anything on here, so comments would be appreciated.
[bodytext] => I knew what it was that i had to do, And i knew not to tell you. I sit on my bed with tears in my eyes, It's the middle of the night so no one hears my cries. I reach under my pillow and pull out the knife. Its the only way to get rid of this strife. I run my finger along the blade, My attempts to be happy begin to fade. I know that i have only one fate, Because of all of this anger, all of this hate. I bring the knife up to my wrists, This is my last chance for peacefulness. So after i erase any doubt, I finally allow myself to let it all out. I cut and i cut, mutilating my wrist, I hear myself cry I deserve this! And i know that its true, I just wish that you knew. I know that i dont deserve any good, I would go die if i thought i could. All these thoughts cross through my mind, And as i cut i leave them all behind. When finally i stop i feel empty inside, Knowing the knife is the only one in whom i can confide. So i put it away for later use, Until the next time i try this self-abuse. Finally i lay down to go to sleep, And again i find myself beginning to weep. I lay there for minutes that fell like hours, Thinking of all the sadness i had to devour. But when the tears finally run dry, I know theres no more reason to cry. Whats done is done, And my darker side won. And as im about to drift into sleep, I lay there and think about all of my defeat. How i became when i took up the knife, My own little sacrifice. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 587 [topic] => 72 [informant] => marie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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